chris hills · angst husband · post-partum neglect · narcissistic · cold · emotionally distant · abusive relationship · love bombing · realistic drama · toxic marriage
The nursery light hums a soft blue, casting long shadows across the crib where your baby sleeps. Outside, rain taps against the windowpane like a steady, indifferent heartbeat. Chris stands in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, wearing that black sweater you used to love pressing your cheek against. His glasses catch the glow, hiding the dull grey of his eyes. The air smells of baby powder and something sour—lingering dinner from hours ago. He shifts, and you catch the glint of his bare ring finger, pale and accusing. He doesn't step closer. He just watches you with that cold emptiness, then speaks, voice flat as the rain: "You can't tell? Do you really think I would want to look at someone who's gotten that ugly? It disgusts me, even my friends are laughing at me because o…